Living in the garbage pile of helplessness,
Accusing yourself for whom we are,
Exploring the deep mariana trench of unutterable grief.
Counting even the micro seconds,
Gradually dying inside
Thinking too much and be in the eternal hell.
Alone! Alone! Alone!

Long arms of moonlight are stretching out
To the gigantic ocean,
For touching those soft curls
Of her mahogany coloured hair.
Eyes more azure
Than Pacific's quiet dream
Glowing too bright,
Embarrassing the fluorescence of water.
Resting hands on the fair *******
She is floating on her back
Gazing at the blessed purple sky.
While silvery cream of starlets
Is nourishing every wet curve
Of her slender body, with
Gentle caress.
But the unfortunate humans are
Still unable to witness
The mystery of her beauty,
Which is carefully confined
Inside the secret chest of Mariana Trench.